My 74th Favorite Song of All-Time

is:

“A Comet Appears” by The Shins

What a song:

One hand on this wily comet,
take a drink just to give me some weight.
Some uber-man I’d make…I’m barely a vapor.
They shone a chlorine light on
a host of individual sins.
Let’s carve my aging face off: fetch us a knife,
start with my eyes,
down so the lines form a grimacing smile.
Close your eyes to corral a virtue.
Is this fooling anyone else?
Never worked so long and hard
to cement a failure.
We can blow on our thumbs and posture
but the lonely are such delicate things
the wind from a wasp could blow them
into the sea with stones on their feet
lost to the light and the loving we need.
Still to come
(the worst part and you know it)
there is a numbness in your heart and it’s growing.
With burnt sage and a forest of bygones,
I click my heels, get the devils in line.
A list of things I could lay the blame on
might give me a way out.
But with each turn it stays front and center,
like a dart stuck square in your eye.
Every post you can hitch your faith on
is a pie in the sky,
chock full of lies,
a tool we devise
to make sinking stones fly.
And still to come (the worst part and you know it)
there is a numbness in your heart and it’s growing.